Thursday, 20 November 2014

Black is the Colour Giveaway

Okay, this is the last chance
to enter my Black is the Colour giveaway. Time is ticking down, so if you want
a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card you’d better be quick. J

Black is the Colour is a story
about a girl that believes in true love and will do anything to save the man
she loves. It’s the first instalment in my Hearthfire series and close to my
heart.

So come on Ciana’s journey as
she tries to save her blacksmith from the witch’s curse.

Blurb

Ciana
has loved Oran all her life and nothing, not even her father will prevent them
from being together. But the Mayor of Stonemark has higher aspirations for his
daughter than the village blacksmith. He engages the help of a witch and dark
magic to bend Ciana to his will.

Oran
knows that he doesn’t deserve Ciana. But their love is stronger than the metal
he forges and welds. She has his heart and he will never turn from her no
matter the cost.

Separated,
Ciana will need all her strength to journey through the deep forest and save
Oran from the witch’s curse. Alone and with only a trail of black feathers to
follow, Ciana will fight against the odds and attempt to bring her lover home.

Snippet

The
sense of freedom and weightless surged through Oran as he flew through the sky.
He could fly forever, nothing could stop him – nothing would tether him to the
ground. He soared upwards and then he let the wind currents carry him over the
great forest below.

Kraaah!
He called out in joy as the wind ruffled across his feathers and gently
buffeted his body. The world stretched out before him. Past the forest sat the
grey marsh and beyond that the purple haze of the mountains. The world was his
and he could see forever. Why had he ever limited himself to one small plot of
earth – when this had been waiting for him?

But
something had stopped him from leaving when he had been a man. Oran tried to
recall what it was – something had hold of him and would not let him go. Oran
turned slowly and circled over the forest – something or someone wanted him to
stay; but why?

His
gaze fell back to the distant mountains; they beckoned him with their
stillness. He couldn’t stay here; he needed the cold wind and wild. His heart
soared as he turned his back on the old forest and flew towards the desolate
marsh.

Oran
swooped down and flew over the boggy mud, water and reeds. There was a sense of
desolation and sorrow which seemed to permeate the marsh. It seeped over him
like a fine, misty drizzle of rain on a winter’s day. It pulled him down as if
it wanted him to stay but Oran could see the mountains and he pushed on.

Ahead,
in the middle of the marsh was a half toppled ring of standing stones. Oran’s
interest was snagged; they looked as if they were covered in something black.

As
he neared he saw the stones were covered by a multitude of ravens. They called
to him – Come brother join us – you are
home.

My
brethren! My brothers! Oran thought as
the ravens took to the sky. The air was filled with a dark blanket of black
feathers as the ravens spiralled upwards.

Join us brother. Join us and be
free!

Oran
hesitated for an instant as he watched as the ravens flew above him. His heart
bubbled with belonging as he flapped his wings and took his place with his
brethren.

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Hi, I'm Nicole and thanks for dropping by.
I write historical, fantasy and contemporary romances.
I'm a hopeful romantic who is enchanted by love no matter the time period or the realm.
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